And he was the most beautiful boy. He loved to be loved, and brought joy and light to any room he was in.
He was strong, and fast. He could zoom up his tower so quickly he had the nickname 'white lightning'.
While he wasn't strictly a lap cat, if you had a blanket or a pillow on your lap, he'd pretend you were a sofa - gracing you with his purrs and having a little snooze.
He was a giant clown - if there was a goofy thing to be done, he would be there to do it. I swear he loved to make people laugh at his antics - and while he could occasionally do things that might be considered naughty, he was such a character that you couldn't ever be cross with him.
He was there every single morning to 'help' with my morning routine and keep me on time - and if I was veering off schedule he'd gently remind me it was time to turn on the tap for him to have water, or give him his beloved 'floor crunchies'.
And that's where we are now. I'd give anything to hear that precious and triumphant mew.
We lost our gentle boy yesterday. It was an absolute shock how quickly things happened. He went from being fine to having some indications of cancer to a full-blown large tumour in the space of a few weeks.
It's been a long time since I posted here, but we've had such comfort looking over his photos and stories today.
There's a big d'Artagnan Rumblepurr-shaped hole in our lives that will never be filled. I hope that he's with Inigo now, and they both know how loved they were and still are... and will always be.